SOLD OUT! The Racket Downstairs LIVE!

Saturday, June 9, 2018

7:00 pm

The Racket heads UPstairs for a special gig at Sandy Connolly’s Crescendo Music Loft at 7:00 pm on June 9th, 2018 with two sets of original songs about Bigfoot, boxes and blind men on bikes. Whistle along as we explore the spaces between, and sing along about living before we all have to die. Oh yeah, wear something purple. 🙂

The Crescendo Music Loft is located just behind The Red Tomato, and Friends’ & Company, on the 2nd floor of Beebe’s East River Marina on Old Post Road, Madison.

Ticket Price (click on Buy Now link below):

• $12 – Buy Now (via John’s “Art of the Cell” account on PayPal)

• $15 – at the door

This is a small, intimate venue. B.Y.O.B.

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John Liebler

John Liebler is Johnny Racket, the singing ukulelist who is revealed in the third act to be *spoiler alert!* Jack’s father.

Steve Shelton

Steve Shelton brings grey-bearded gravitas as the inimitable guitarist Sir Hugh Jeffen Racket who shows our young hero how to wax cars by teaching him Karate.

Justin Paglino

Justin Paglino plays “The 88 Fingered Man” rumored to have killed Jack’s father with an accordion. But is he really dead?

Pete Magnotti

Pete Magnotti is the enigmatic Doc Racket who can only communicate by hitting things with sticks, but still finds tattooed love in the colonial wilderness of New Zealand.

Sarah Prown

Sarah Prown plays Sister Hedwig Hatracket who convinces a mandolin, a bouzouki, a saxophone and a melodica to put aside their differences and embark on a heartwarming quest for their ancestral home.

Jack Liebler

Jack Liebler as the plucky young bassist “Captain” Jack Racket, who at the age of eleven discovers that he is not an orphaned magician, but just an ordinary boy.

In the film adaptation of Jean Claude d’Racquet’s seminal coming-of-age novel “An Unpleasant Noise From Below” the Racket Downstairs present a Rube Goldberg assembly of original songs about Canadian traffic signals, fresh fruit and the existence of God, soaked in the sweet bubbling fuzz of a 56K modem in a chill 1997 haze of winter, combined with the odd cover song festooned in the jangling crash of an upturned drawer of mismatched silverware. It is a collapsible top hat with a neatly chewed hole in the side as the only evidence of the rabbit that has hopped away. It is the scrape of a trowel and a low chuckle in the dark cellar where the Amontillado once stood on a shelf above an antique sled called Nosebleed.

The Racket Downstairs is a work of fiction. Notes, chords, lyrics, harmonies, and time signatures, are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Any similarity to actual musicians, living or dead, or actual music is purely coincidental. No animals were harmed in the making of this music. Except for the ones we ate.